Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=99758&page=5#49 Author: Cian Time Posted: 10/28/2021 at 3:58 PM (You'll have plenty of chances to interact with the place overtime, dont wory ^-^) In the bathroom, you caugh the sent of various shampoo, bodywash, soap and cleaning agents. No smoke or nicotine smell could be identify as far as you could tell, beside, the position in witch the man was sitting would not have been a confortable or practical compromise to smoke without leaving the floor. Instead, he looked alot more caugh in his own thoughs then enjoying the moment with a nicotine stick somthing that was confirmed even ferther when you broke the silence, earning a soft squeek from the individual as his whole body stiffened. He remained seated tho his posture was now straight as a board, avoiding any and all eye contact by keeping his head turned away from you. " Y-yes, i... sorry... i forgot ... didnt heard you come in..." His voice was partialy muffled by the way he was hiding from you and the strange accent lacing it did you no favor on understanding his words but it was clear that he wasnt expecting anyone to come by at this time.

<sup>(I am not wasting it, yay! c:)

Emilie could practically taste the man's nervousness. He was avoiding eye contact like she was Medusa or something. "Don't worry about it. It's not like you were doing anything strange," she said, though her eyebrow was raised in a questioning manner. His accent was a bit strange, but she could get the gist of what he was saying.

"How long have you lived here?" she asked, her head tipping towards the side from her spot leaning against the wall. "I've lived here for a bit, but I've never seen you around before." She paused for a moment to give the man time to answer before smiling and adding, "Sorry if I'm being a bit intrusive."</sup>

(Ay! I'm so sorry for the delay. I was very sure I answered. If it passes again ping me, I am usually very forgetful)

At his tone I felt intimidated, and my hair stood on end as I noticed from the corner of the eye how the lights flickered with a synchronicity that made me break into a cold sweat. What the- What do you mean by that?

My brain did not give for more when I was face to face with the sink, hands holding my weight on the edge to prevent me from falling, from disappearing in what I was beginning to believe was a horrible nightmare of what I foolishly believed it was reality. I even thought I heard a bird make a strange chirp. Wake up, Annie, please. I whimpered in my mind, closing my eyes to avoid dizziness and the feeling that I was beginning to lose my balance and that the world was spinning.

Eh? What did you just say? I felt then as if something disconnected. It was an unnerving sensation, which instantly panicked me and made my throat relax, the sudden change making me breathe erratically. I instinctively raised a hand to my throat and opened my eyes, trying to focus on something. I felt my pulse pounding under my fingers.
I still felt that the blood had left my face, I still felt that at any moment my legs would stop working, I still felt that the world was spinning, but I no longer felt the instinct to vomit. It felt strange, like something was wrong.

Rather as if something was missing.

"W-what did you do to me?" I asked, hearing my own voice tremble between fear and uncertainty. Had he said something to stop my gag reflex? Did he just do that? I turned my head just enough to see him sidelong. I swallowed painfully after the strain my throat had made before this. "What do you want of me?"

(Modo zombie activado. Para cuando termine de editar este mensaje sern como las 4:30 de la maana, asfasfsdf *muere*)

Your statement did nothing to calm him and he remained in hs stiff position, if there had been any more space on his relatively small seat he would probably have scooted as far as possible tho he was already as far from you as he could be. His only motion was to grip the side of the window the closest to him, the wooden frame creaking slightly under the new pressure. A zigzag like patern of black lignes was running across his hand tho from the angle you were in you coudnt quite see what, if anything, they were representing.

He sputter a bit at your question, muttering somthing unintelligible before starting to actualy say numbers, at first they seemed rendom but it became clear fairly quickly that the man was calculating his time spent in the area. "m-maby about 143 days ? S-somthing like that ? i dont... time is not my thing..." During that time he seemed to have started to hold the side of the window with increassing strengh without realising it as he was once more startled when the area surrounding his hand finaly gave out with a crunching noise, causing the strange man to jeark away from the damaged area.

He seemed to tence up with each questions you were asking tho he remained motionless for the most part, clearly overwhelmed by all of them. With a sligh sigh he said somthing under his breath about not being a compleat failliure as he leanned against the close door. He remained silent for a moment before talking again and when he finaly did, he was staring out of the window instead of at you. " ok, listen, i dont realy want anything from you... you were just at the wrong place and wrong time, again." He shuckle and sigh, shooking his head as he did. " Last time i though it was a fluke, i wanted it to be but, it's not so now we are both stuck here because i cant hear you."

Finaly he step away from the door and took a few steps toward you. " I am not the type who like to pick the easy way out tho. And with how silent you are i cant risk removing your memories so... I guess i'll have to keep a close eye on you." He said with a very obviously feint nonchlance, by the way he was standing alone it looked like he wanted nothing more then to vanish into the floor tho he was also clearly doing his best not let it show too mutch.

As he explained himself, less threatening than my brain wanted me to believe, I slowly roll over until I was facing him. Again? We have seen each other before? I tried to search in my memories for his face, having no idea when I had bumped into him. Looking back, the only strange situation I had experienced - besides definitely this one - was one evening, when I was just beginning to adjust to my life in this building. The deer in the hall came to my mind almost instantly and the hard time I had trying to figure out what the heck it was, or how it got to this floor. Necroshifter, someone had called it in the forum where I asked. Maybe...?

I unconsciously clenched my hands on the sink, which I hadn't let go of, when he approached me. I felt my mouth dry and the need to say something, anything, but my mind was totally blank. He can really do something like erase memory? What am I getting into? I thought with my lips tight, willing to be as quiet as he thought I am.

There was a moment of silence. I was hoping that with his last sentence he would go away in some magical way. I couldn't finish processing how 'keep a close eye on you' would really mean, but as long as he didn't get into my apartment - remember buying more locks, Annie - I could pretend that none of this is real and I'm just getting crazy and imagining things.
I looked at the door, which was still behind him and then at his eyes that I couldn't quite get used to. I finally parted my lips to speak and said. "So um ... Can I leave?"

He remained standing in front of you in the silence of the room, a soft dripping sound was echoing from time to time breaking the ominous atmosphere. While you coudnt see exactly where his eyes were focusing, you still felt his gaze staring at your hands on the sink. "I ... ehh... yes ?" He said a bit ackwardly at your question before adding fairly quickly. " But if you talk about this to anyone ... we will have issues..."

He didnt left however, instead comming closer and hesitataing a bit before carefully pushing you out of the way. He was still quite strong but this time it felt like he didnt attempted to realy move you mutch, just enough for him to ge his hands in the sink and start picking at somthing between the patch of scales visible on one of them.

I shook my head vehemently, pressing my lips together to show him that nothing would come of me.
I have been thinking about it for a while, but what would I say? I don't think anyone would believe me, and maybe even make my story less by telling me that it was a guy in disguise before Halloween to scare me or something*. I felt a deja vu thinking about it. I wanted to groan in frustration, but held it back to keep my silence.

My body tensed when he started to get closer. One and a thousand ideas crossed my mind, maybe he want to silence me? No, he has those comic powers, wouldn't it be easier to do it from a distance? Maybe he wants to make me a more real threat up close, maybe...
His body pushed me slightly to the side, wanting to make a space in the sink I was holding, before he started using it. A short "Ah" came out of my mouth when I realized it and I got out of his way, glancing sideways at what he was doing before rushing out of the bathroom without thinking twice, closing the door behind me before heading to my apartment, my legs shaking like noodles.


(* This idea crossed my mind that it was her reaction to seeing him for the first time, but I discarded it because she was already scared from before, so it seemed to me that it would not fit that she joked about it xD)

From the glimps you caugh before leaving, the men was picking at somthing lodged between his exposed scales, you coudnt quite identify what it was tho it seemed as if he was trying to remove the shard without ripping them off.

Outside of the room, everything was as usual. The various painting decorating the walls still displayed their happy senaries. You could hear childreen play somwhere nearby, the old clock joining to the joyfull noises with the eternal ticking of time, muffled voices echoed out from some of the appartments, people talking, music from the radio and even the odd sound of mechanical tools reverbed in the hallway. The smell of wood and the whirring of a small saw were a good indication that the guy three door down from you had started to work again, on what you coudnt be sure but he did love practicing his woodcarving.

All and all, the small trip from the bathroom to your appartment was fairly uneventfull, tho somthing told you it woudnt remain this way for long.

[Name]: Mercedes
[Age]: 35
[Gender]: Female
[Sexuality]: Assumedly aromantic.
[Appearance]:
She looks a bit on the thiccer side of her appearance supplied by the image and is quite flexible. She stands at 5'8".

[Personality]: Mercedes doesn't show much emotion, as she's been self-trained to do over the years of her life. The few times that she does, its mostly small bursts of happiness, sadness, or anger. She has a thing for roses, for some reason.
[Likes]: Roses, allies.
[Dislikes]: Those who manipulate for their own gain.
[Fears]: Again, unknown, to most, but to those who do know, abandonment.

[Other]: (If possible) Mercedes has a two-handed axe that she crafted herself, known as Withering Thorn, as well as twinblades she found known as the Dreamcatchers. The axe has lesser necrotic properties, and the blades just look fancy, as far as Mercedes knows.

(Is this acceptable?)

Sorry but you have to fill in dislikes and fears, you cant leave it as unknown.

Also, this is more of an advice but a phisical fight between your necroshifter and you is preaty mutch the only way you can get a game over. While wearpons for decorations / backstory elements are fine, going the monster hunter route against your non human buddy may be a bit risky. Tho the one i am planing for this character will probably not be mutch of an issue. ^-^